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May 29
the wind is deafening
no one is near
we held hands again
and kissed by the pier

we are a photo
we are a memory
destined for something
yet not meant to be

together
we walked back to the beach
and
replayed that one time

but
you're not mine
you're not mine
you're not mine
Theia
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